Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1887-01-05

answered him back Win o return quotdtoiI,
as understood, from the same author Not
knowing Italian, could not appreciate her
readiness; but that the retort was lively and
happy was sufficiently proved by the foreign
er's delight. His eyes sparkled with pleasure.
GYou know more than do, y he exclaimed,
clapping his hands. "You are wonder-a
wonder, my dear. lady"
But Sibyl relapsed into silence, and treated
her success with sincerity OF indifference
which showed hoy lightly she regarded any
mental achievement
Car had.meanwhie changed in way the
very or posite She had grown thinner; and
her frame, which was large one, was more
prominent. Car had gone in for intellectual
ideas, and was improving her mind diligently,
and was last obtaining in our little town the
reputation Of being what Is now called
woman's rights woman. She had become
rather tco fond of talking in mixed companies
on high subjects, and so fell into the very
error her lively little mother had foreseen ten
years before.
GAS to Carr Mrs. Barbara said one day,
ashe is turning schoolmistress. She talks lee
tures. wonder she Goes not get d few les-
sons ID action, 2 the little satirist said siitt
/ werild become her drawing room and dtlper,
| could tell how to arrafge heI eIb0ws Nhen
sl,e 4 sdfscoursing. can't; fof my education,
daars. was neglected. IN that particular de-
partment. We only danced land sang and
fiirted when was girl. Why IIeanenaber
once meeting man who talked OF Peru, and,
i assure you, dears, ], thought 1t was some
where in Germany! But what mattefl The
world was ours, and we had only to;iive and
|, enjoy and make others enjoy And we did
it, girls; we did it! O, that was young
again.
Caroline Doolittle, however, was not very
popular in Kettlewell; and this was undoubt-
ediy owing, not to her sound mental cultiva-
t:on-which was as genuine as it was laud-
able-but to the mischievous habit she had Of
bringing her attainments into prominence. l
suppose she did it to manifest her superiority
over the rest Of the women; but, unfortu-
nately. the result was that, while she vexed
the women, which she did not mind, She re-
PEELED the men, which she did mind very
much
One man, however, paid her the tribute OF
homage which was as unceasing as the voice
Of waterfall. Morning, noon and night
Egerton sounded the praises of his wife. He
rad grown stout and healthy looking, and he
was as great simpleton as ever. Indeed,
his giggle had got new notes OF imbecility In
it, and was now perfect wonder OF vacuity
in unarticulated sound. He hada,slight drop
+ in his lower lip, too,. and fixed smile, which
might have made his very dog understand
what mental weakness is in mankind. But
Ecerton adored his wife. They had three
children now, and from infancy he pointed
these children to their mamma as the sole
model Of excellence and strength. Egerton
was very fond Of nursing his children, and
would walk up and down with them by the
hour, telling them at brief intervals to look
at their mamma
Tremendously gifted woman" be would
sometimes say to his friends. Then, dropping
his voice like Guy Fawkes in the conspirators'
room: Sometimes see her reading for two
hours at stretch. / have timed her by my
chronometer. What would have become of
me if had not married that woman don't
like to say. / think" Egerton would add,
solemnly, u think, with my disposition and
my way Of looking at things, you know, l
should have gene to the bad"
Egerton had also given himself up greatly
to the study Of cooking, and had q little room
fitted up with a stove, and hung round with
pots and pans. I think this must have been
about the time when the great Soyer was
teaching us English people how to work Won
ders with soup and fish and fowl In this
room Egerton would concoct rare dishes,
generally coming out with a very red face,
and now and then upsetting boiling sauce.
pan down his thighs; on which occasions he
would rush from the room shrieking, and de-
clare that it was really too bad, and he would
give the whole thing up. Egerton had an
idea of working reform in the present way
of cooking red mullet.
"A delicious fish, !" he would say; "but under
the present system it is sent up in paper;
treated, in fact, as if it were a package. 1t
is intolerable that delicious fish should be
treated as if it were q package"
Time, which was writing its record on our
younger people. had not forgot to pencil
deeper lines on Archibald Goldmore. Visible
signs of advancing years were upon'him, and
the elephantine firmness of his tread was
going. He stopped; his hair ffsas not SO gray
as once it had BEEN Goldrpore, the wise. the
sensible, the millionaire, was dyeing his hair
to keep up the appearance of youth beside his
lovely wife. All, lovely young women, what
fools you make of us withering elderly men!
And even the little mother, so long undying
in her energy, began to show symptoms OF
decline. The light step was falling into
slower movement; the quick motions OF the
frame were seldom seen; she was growing a
little deaf, and every one observed it, though,
wi h characteristic vivacity, she tried to hide
tic failing. She began to like quiet-bodily
uuiet-and would sit in her chair hour after
hour; but her mind was as active and her
tongue as pungent as ever; and often Sophia
would laugh till she was tired at the little
woman's quaint remarks or droll stories OF
days gone by, She commented on everybody
and everything with the same satire, sense
and absorbed worldliness as of old Her two
sons-in-law furnished her with abundant
material for criticism; and Sophia often
blushed to think how heartily she enjoyed
her mothers caustic comments on Goldmore
and Egerton. Both were favorites with the
old womnn; but Goldmores mercantile stiff
ness and Egertons feebleness OF mind were
too tempting for her to resist
81 Ican hardly keep my countenance, Sophy," !"
she used to say, "when these two men come in
together. One can stand but both is more
than mortal can" They generally looked
in after church.) a'Mrs. Temple, how do you
find yourself this morning9 Pretty wellf"
She hit off Goldmore's voice to the note.
And then: 40, how are you! Tremendously
warm day, isn't it9 do dislike tremcn-
dously warm dayr" delivered exactly as
Eeerton would Thereupon the little satirist
would fall back in her chair laughing, and
pleased to see Sophia laughing.
HNow, really, mamma, you are too bad"
Sophia would say.
aNot q bit, Sophy You Hke-it, or yen
would not laugh And, beside, why need The
old man be bore and the young man a block,
headf o, may the day never dawn when n
40 s1iy Ildng igts a1t, s.S 1. 5t14iiai sfoodI"
Still Sophia was kept In wonder and fear
by her mothers growing turn for economy.
In some things she was becoming. almess
penurious, and the question: "What will it
costa" which once she disdained to ask of any
thing that pleased her, was now never off her
lips. There was positive alarm about her
manner, too, when any new expense. was. In
view, which was full Of grave suggestions;
and Sophia quite tried to reconcile herself to
Goldmores opinion that her mother had
lived beyond her means, and was now trying
TO exc out her means. Beside, the old woman
would sometimes, in covert way, try to
sound Sophia as to what she would do when
left alone in the world, and once she actually
asked her if she bad any idea of ever making
money for herself. This uneasy question
pointed only too plainly in the direction Of
the practical Goldmore's observation, that
Mrs. Tempe was living on an income that
would perish with her, and that Sophia would
ho laft IL, z,ouartx Rnt haynnd caniecture